You can have a very intense relationship with fictional characters because they are in your own head.

Harry, we saw Uranus up close!” said Ron, still giggling feebly. “Get it, Harry? We saw Uranus — ha ha ha —

Every second he breathed, the smell of the grass, the cool air on his face, was so precious: To think that people had years and years, time to waste, so much time it dragged, and he was clinging to each second.

Twilight fell: The sky turned to a light, dusky purple littered with tiny silver stars.

My daughter Jessica said to me recently, who wasn't sorted into Hufflepuff, 'I think we should all want to be Hufflepuffs.' I can only say to you, I would not be disappointed at all to be in Hufflepuff. I'm a little upset anyone does feel that way.

I take my hat off to you — or I would, if I were not afraid of showering you in spiders.

Sometimes you have to stop trying to force it, walk away and let your subconscious show you the way. Fill up on life for a while.